OfficerImpersonator
Seattle-area Rounder
So, who exactly, had put your bike in a position where this action was needed?
I was heading southbound, through the Express Lanes in downtown Seattle. Here's what happens when you're entering downtown from the Ship Canal Bridge:
Once a rider/driver reaches the Mercer St. exit, the Express Lanes go under the "mainline" lanes. The far right lane is general purpose and is used for exiting to the Mercer St. or the Stewart St. exits. The next lane to the left is an HOV only exit for access to the Bus Tunnel (when it's not being retrofitted for light rail) and Pike St. The next lane to the left is the only through lane for either general purpose or HOV vehicles. This is the only "Express Lane" that reconnects with the I-5 "mainline" just south of the downtown high rise area.
There are no shoulders on these subterranean highways - only concrete pillars and tile walls on either side of the lane.
The far left HOV lane is HOV only from the south end of the Ship Canal Bridge all the way to it's terminus at the Columbia St. exit. Often HOV cheaters will try to avoid the long line backed up to use the one through lane and will dart out into the HOV lane at the last moment. I anticipate this and ride in the left position to give myself some space and always have a plan to deal with any car darting out into me.
Often these HOV violating cheats will chicken out and need to merge back into traffic, or legitimate HOVs will try to squeeze back into the backed through traffic lane as they don't want to exit at Columbia St. This backs frequently up the HOV lane until the merging car can enter the through lane.
It was under these circumstances that I - unfortunately - ended up creasing the door of a very nice Porsche. Traffic in front of me had slowed to approximately 4-5 mph. I was braking behind the car in front, with perhaps 15 feet of space between my front tire and the bumper of the car in front. I was anticipating coming to a full stop, and had my left foot off the peg, clutch in, and was using both brakes. At the same instant the car in front of me quit braking and accelerated as the obstruction had cleared, the silver Porsche Carerra 4S tried to dart out into my lane and follow the car in front of me. Unfortunately for both of us, he neglected to look before he changed lanes as he had a phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. I sounded my horns. He was oblivious.
On my left was about 18 inches between the white line and the pillars and walls of the Express Lanes. On my right was a car approaching me rapidly, with an ignorant and distracted driver. I couldn't go left because of the wall. I couldn't go forward as the Porsche was coming in on me from the right. I couldn't go right, and my bike doesn't have reverse. I was going to either have to find a way to get this driver's attention, or I was going to get squeezed between the Porsche and the wall. Luckily, the sound of my boot hitting his door startled him into realizing what was about to happen and he swerved back into his original lane. He never missed a beat on that phone call, though.